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Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle So we drink ourselves sick Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead We are the Goons At My Job Dead Kennedys Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Like fiddling while Rome burns This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys words: Biafra music: Ray/Biafra/Flouride/Peligro Cold concrete apartments Rise up from wet black asphalt Below them a few carcasses Of the long gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy I Spy Dead Kennedys You look at me fromhe back of the room All I see is a bumbling buffoon Head down like you don't see much UNtil you move in to make your bust CHORUS I spy for you and me I spy for you and me Fleshdunce Dead Kennedys We're world industry's thoughtlords The entertainment wing We keep you all in line By fixing your free will Surround you with pop fantasies Just slightly out of reach To soften all the blows Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys problems away GOVERNMENT MUSIC Cheap escape to that mind-control beat GOVERNMENT MUSIC Mellow out-Life's too hard You don't even want to think See the macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Drink like a vampire His disciples Insight Dead Kennedys Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile Where did BLEED FOR ME Dead Kennedys You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no one stops to watch (chorus) C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me We'll strap you to Chickenshit Conformist Dead Kennedys Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know If the music's gotten boring It's Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) Dead Kennedys survive our schools Make your whole life revolve around sports Walk tough--don't act too smart Be a mean machine Then we'll let you get ahead Jock-O-Rama--Save my soul We're under the thumb of One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys the press back home You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is-we have no idea You're chosen for this great mission Because you're hearty and strong and make a lot of M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroy What's left of your imagination By feeding you endless I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys bug your bedrooms And pick up everything you say It can be a boring job To monitor all day your excess talk I hear when you're drinking And cheating on your lonely wife I play tape recordings Of Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys We're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian heroin warlords Most friendly Drug me Dead Kennedys Words and Music by Biafra I don't want to think Don't make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls To leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can't come up with anything Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a tool Don't need no soul Wanna make big money Playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring I'll play my music slow I ain't no artist Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys The night before we played at the Long Goodbye, I was walkin' on the street about 10:30 at night, a lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night, and well, I was walkin' along, when suddenly HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines--by hand We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys Oh...Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you years before Of toxic chemicals And leaking gas Just dig a little Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys This is the Secretary at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation... WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys that raise This ain't no party at all (chorus) Cringe and tense up Grind your teeth And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past The low life company bar They're making fun of Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys the president's had too much to drink His days of power are about gone He's been talking to paintings in the hall He says, "I'm finished, so what the hell? My life is ruined, what matters now? The Great Wall Dead Kennedys Great Wall of China It's so big it's seen from outer space Put there to keep starving neighbors Locked outside the gates What's changed today? Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys Get your cuddly boots and studs Be sure to rebel in proper style Rebel along the paths we pick Out of fear of peer pressure we create Hey you! Shrink Dead Kennedys If only people could shrink Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded Bring ourselves down to size There'd be so much more food to go 'round Why don't we build a machine With all the know-how of the KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys Gonna slam right through your bright metal door Gonna grap you by your sta-prest collar And ram some kepone down your throat The lawyer says 'That's the breaks, kid Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of Hellnation Dead Kennedys guilty in the Hellnation Hellnation's when the president Asks for four more fucking years Hellnation's when he gets it By conning poor people and peers Hellnation--got no choice What's the point of